Opening a box

In some ways, I feel like I’ve opened a box I can never again see unopened. I feel that in many ways, actually.

The classic case involves moving to a foreign country, maybe even traveling to a few of them. The traveler travels and travels and finally finds that what he’s searching for has been at home all along:

People who love him, family and friends

A quiet life of reflection

Normalcy

What I’ve done, though – I’ve created a life on the other side of the world. What would have allowed for satisfaction upon my return will now only force a departure from the world here.

In other words, I now have two homes, home and home away from home. Now if I leave the one, the other suffers. Or if I leave the other, the one suffers.